I could lie down on the floor kind of tired....
and I'd sleep just fine.
Try as I may, today was just another weird day in the life kind of days.
Mondays can be a jolt to the system, and today was no exception.
The plans I had, fell through.
I changed gears, went to the gym, and did spinning.
Not the yarn kind of spinning.
Sweating like I've never sweat before kind of spinning.
On a bike.
In the dark.
With images of Puerto Rico on the screen in front of me, a trainer screaming out commands,
20 sweaty bodies crammed in a room, all pounding and sweating like mad.
Following along like a drill team.
Sweet adrenaline-rushing dance music thundering over the speakers.
What a way to wake up and start the day.
I loved it.
I'll do it again.
At 5:15 tomorrow morning.
An hour later, my body became a pretzel.
Really it did.
I had no idea I could bend and stretch in such bizarre positions.
But I did.
In a room with 20 different sweaty bodies moving up and down into downward dog.
Back to real life.
By 2 p.m. I craved a cup of coffee.
I can not make a pot of coffee to save my life.
Really, I can't.
If you came over, I'd hand you the bag of coffee beans, the grinder, and the coffee pot,
welcome you into my home, and ask you to make a pot.
Today was no exception.
I had grounds in my coffee.
Grounds bubbling over.
Grounds pouring over my newly painted white cabinets.
Perhaps I should now "antique" them all a bit?
Grounds in the french bread that was rising.
I'm not joking.
All this for 4 cups of de-caf coffee.
30 minutes later,
I tried again.
I did it.
Just one piece of a bean in my coffee.
I'm thinking of starting a coffee delivery service.
I could make the cups look pretty.
I just wouldn't make the coffee.
By 4 p.m. we learned plastic in the oven isn't a good thing when it's heated at 400 degrees.
Why was there plastic in the oven?
More messes to clean.
French bread to bake for dinner...with a few coffee grounds.
Band concert to attend.
Gym floor filled with nine bands.
One sleeping child sweating on my lap.
A fire alarm at the end of the concert helped clear the building quickly.
Life of a mom, in three words.
Tomorrow's a new day.
Thank goodness for that.